While many children grow up watching lighthearted sitcoms with their family, I grew up watching Law and Order. For some reason my mother thought that her love for the show needed to be forced upon me. After binge watching all 20 seasons (456 episodes) in an embarrassingly short amount of time, I was somehow unable to move on. I then began watching one of the most prominent spinoffs, Law and Order: Special Victims Unit. To this day, after a new episode of SVU airs, I call my mom and we talk about the case. Admittedly, I hate the shows as much as I love them. The cases are predictable and the characters are stereotypical. After watching fifteen minutes of an episode, I can easily tell what the outcome will be. Many cases are taken from the real world, and details are barely changed. I think the use of real events is what keeps me intrigued, because I know what happens in the show can happen in real life. For example, although it does not openly base episodes on modern headlines, a recent episode of SVU covered a case very obviously combining the Solange Knowles and Jay Z elevator fight with the Ray Rice domestic abuse scandal. The more I watch it, the more ridiculously repetitive, cheesy, and cliché the show becomes, which is what makes me feel guilty. Each case is solved, the perpetrator is sentenced to a deserving punishment, and the one female detective always manages to overcome her problems. Each new episode of SVU reminds me of how it is something I should not want to watch, but always will.